rahul

She

She, a beautiful, gentle soul.

An appreciative gesture towards those that have caused me pain.

Acceptance is bliss, nothing short of that word.

Pen fight, I will always remember you.

A definite answer to the age-old question of how to exist.

Metallic sounds entails a metamorphosis of my relationship with myself, and musicality’s influence on me.

Seven minutes, for that, is all it took
A look into her aphrodisiac eyes, a gentle kindness emanating within;

What is life to an oddity? An apparition of darkness?

A nanosecond had passed before I found myself dwindling in the depths of euphoria, for I was flying.